Lady At The Languor Poem by Umasree Raghunath

I saw a pretty young lady
Sinking with her canoe in a obsess valley
Living for her was obligatory
Suffering of being with plutoracy.
Lady came across a pyrrhic victory later got tangled in a quandary
With a person’s proximity yet, maintained dignity and purity.
She lived like a rudimentary
Life became a populous story
No one to shower a drop of tendency
No guiding light as a tutelary.
Once in the city,
She was lady at languor time
became her troubling
Yet she was well persevere so at last,
she became a person who everyone revere